The duck is a silent bird
That's why no one knows the contents
Of his mind
He speaks we understand not
We speak he does
Pour that water in the cup
Of your heart upon his back
And see if it sinks;
Venoms hardly have effects
On the carapace of a tortoise
And in the silence of the duck
The duckling is safe in the
Presence of the hawk.
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